Stark Industries, Sunday

[imafuturist]

Tony was poking at one of the Brood extraction devices, making sure to get the plans for them saved and stored for future use in case this happened here again. Or where he was from.

Either way would suck.

When he wasn't working on that, he had JARVIS running surveillance on Jan to see where and when would be the best possible moment to talk to her without placing anyone in danger. It was only moderately creepy---no, no Tony. It was full on creepy. Accept it and move on.

He sighed, switching those screens and to the lists of supplies still on hand in the shop and what money JARVIS had managed embezzle out of his own damn accounts. Because why only work on two things at once?

[Open of course!]

The Perk- Sunday afternoon

[solo_sword]

The plan had been to come in for graduation, head back on Sunday. Only Jaina's portal home was canceled this morning. She'd rescheduled another one, which was also canceled. When she'd gone down to Portalocity to read them the riot act, she'd been told that they weren't scheduling any portals to Jaina's universe for the time being because something about the island's new setting had messed up the connections, and no she couldn't just take several portals to other places to try and get home in a roundabout way because there wasn't any guarantee she'd get where she meant to.

Then when she called Jag to tell him what was going on, the call cut out and she couldn't get through again. Given that the last time something like this had happened, she'd been stuck at home in super speed for five years, she was taking this seriously, and she'd gone to the Perk to give herself a minute to figure this out.

Mostly she was ignoring her coffee and very quietly trying not to freak out as she tried to get anything from back home on her datapad.

[Open!]

Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle was actually hard at work today. You could tell by how he wasn't actually draped over the counter for once, and instead he was dancing around the store, singing around a Tootsie Roll Pop that he'd stuffed into his mouth before he got to work... tidying? Putting stock out on the racks? Who knew? The only really important thing here was that he was sugar-loaded and motoring around the place like nobody's business.

...

Maybe it was denial. Usually when he was dancing like this, there was probably some manner of denial involved. But hey, there was also a bag of freshly harvested suckers involved, so who was complaining?

[OOC: Open! OCD-freeeeeeeee because I'm on vacation and reserve the right to be lazy!]